"!"

Silla was stunned for a long time after hearing these words.

Luo Wei was amused when he thought of her previous reaction.

You are actually shy.

Even for him, this is a long time in his life.

The you in the last round probably wanted to slap the current you to death.

After a long pause, Sheila suddenly expressed emotion, lowered her head and smiled.

"My sixth sense is indeed correct."

"What." Luo Wei frowned behind the bandage.

Why did it change back again?

Silla covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, seemingly no longer afraid of him, raised her eyes and said:

"The priest is indeed a good man."

"..."

Luo Wei was speechless for a while.

Is this idiot saint’s focus different from that of normal people?

"I hope you can continue to think like this when I leave you behind before you finish learning the spell."

"Uh..."

Silla was immediately speechless and quickly picked up the book again.

This time, she looked particularly attentive.

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, I walked across the yellow sandy land, and it was extremely hot under the scorching sun.

Following the guidance of the resonance device, Luo Wei came to a deserted open space. He placed Sheila on the shady side of a rock far away. If you need anything, just call him loudly.

The land here is dark brown.

But it is also infertile, barren, dry and cracked, and lacks vitality.

After walking around in a circle, Luo Wei gradually frowned.

What kind of guidance is this?

There are neither flowers nor traces of the past on the ground, just pointing to this dark brown land.

That first-level god is nothing like the one who once existed in this small and oppressive place, and there is no trace of white at all.

He thought for a while, took out the bottle containing the little white flower from his body, poured it out carefully, and still leaned on his hand as if he couldn't stand upright.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned over and placed the flower in the center of the land.

『……』

I heard something vaguely, but there was no movement on the ground.

Is it too old?

"Master Priest!!"

Sheila yelled, and Luo Wei put his hand on the scepter and saw her flying towards him like a chased rabbit.

And behind her, there was someone...

Farmer?

Wearing a straw hat to protect the sun, simple cloth clothes, and a pitchfork in his hand, he chased Sheila aggressively despite being exhausted.

When Sheila ran to him, hiding and gasping for air, the farmer who was chasing her was panting harder than she was. He held up his knees and almost breathed away.

An old farmer from the demon clan.

"You - don't break in here!" The blue-skinned old demon man said out of breath.

"What is this place?"

Luo Wei asked attentively, but found that the divine power mark on the back of his hand suddenly lit up.

Just as he was about to turn around, a burst of pure white light surged from the ground. His expression changed, and he immediately pulled Sheila and the old farmer to his side.

『……』

There is a vague echo of nothingness, and the pure white halo gradually fades away.

Luo Wei opened his eyes and saw a piece of pure white land without turning around, which just covered the previously dark brown area, but the outer parts were all obscured by a blurry halo.

Different space, or residual fragments of the past.

Coming to a conclusion, he looked back and saw a pure white stone tablet standing in the center, surrounded by small white flowers.

There are also a group of pure white birds jumping on the ground, seemingly not wary of them at all.

"Where...is this place?" Opening her eyes, Sheila also saw this miraculous scene in front of her.

The old farmer on the other side knelt on the ground, shocked and incoherent.

"Why...could it be...that the adult is back..."

"This...impossible...! Didn't she abandon..."

"Ah... the great pure white god... you... you are finally... so good..."

Luo Wei looked at him coldly.

Just as he was about to ask something, the old farmer fell to the ground, banged his forehead heavily on the ground, and burst into tears.

While crying, he was reciting poetry-like words.

"Break the wings of the flying bird and let it sleep here forever, so that it can no longer bring news from far away..."

"Filling up the pure white land and leaving it poor and barren will never allow the pure white flowering period to bloom again..."

With a trembling voice, he raised his head and took a pious look at the stone tablet from a distance.

"Are you finally willing to set your sights on this world again..."
Chapter completed!